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──────── Elizabeth Warren ─────────

── Paris ── Vampire ── No Alliance yet ──
     
─ ♀ ── 17  ──  Straight ─ Paris , May 2 ─
    
── Black ─── Blue ──── Pale ─── 5'5" ──

Elizabeth Warren was born as an only child with two parents. But that didn't last long. Her father, who wasn't always in the picture to begin with, hadn't always been home. Of course Elizabeth was too little to know her father cheated on her mom. Her parents relationship didn't last long and her father left when she was 3. But she always had her mother there for her. Elizabeth grew up with her mother caring for her, being taught to be kind and respectful. Her mother was everything to her, even if she was a little protective over her. When Elizabeth was 17, she had begged her mother to go to a party, and after so much begging, her mother said okay. If only she had listened to her mother in the first place and not went, because when she was there, she had bumped into a vampire. At first the two were making out, and she had thought she was going to sleep with him. But he bit her and ended up drinking to much. The vampire had changed her because he didn't want her to die on his hands. She found herself a new person that night, a fledgling. Of course the vampire that changed her tried to help, giving her blood to help her thirst. After that was handled, she went home, not wanting to see the monster that ruined her life. She went to her mother, who was the only one that she wanted see. But she hid the truth to what happened. Elizabeth tried to live normally like she had, trying to eat normal food, but she couldn't. She only craved blood. But she didn't allow herself that. Except after going for so long without it, she couldn't control herself anymore. Her thirst took over her, causing her to bite her mom. She couldn't control herself and ended up killing her. She was left devastated, hating herself and what she did.

Elizabeth grew up as a nice girl. She cared about people and liked to see them happy. She's never rude and doesn't like to be. You'll always see her with a smile, even if she's not happy. She does get easily hurt so there are times where she's upset or angry. Not everyone could be happy, especially when her father left her at a young age. She does her best to remind herself of the person she is and that at least she's kind hearted. The only way to forget about her sadness is to see people happy, especially if she was the reason. But after becoming a fledgling, she has trouble controlling herself. After accidentally killing her mother, she gets scared and nervous.

────── lɪᴋᴇs ×××
➺ Coffee ➺ Her mother ➺ Summer days
───── dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ×××
➺ Her dad ➺ Being a vampire ➺ Hiding from the sun
──── sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ×××
➺ Socializing ➺ Running ➺ Hiding
─── wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ×××
➺ Her mothers death ➺ Her thirst ➺ The Sun
── Fᴇᴀʀ ×××
➺ Killing people ➺ Dying ➺ Other downworlders
─ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ×××
➺ Speed - As a fledgling, she holds the powers of a normal vampire, but much stronger, making her really fast.

〖Cᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs〗➺
━ fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ×× ~Andrew Warren
━ mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ×× ~ Bell Todd

────────── Ian Blackwell ──────────

── NY ── Vampire ── Manhattan Clan ──
     
── ♂ ─ 19 ─ Bisexual ─ London, July 13 ──
    
─── Black ─── Blue ─── Pale ─── 6'2 ──

Ian Blackwell was born on 1640 in London. His family were famous for their top hats at time. He was expected to follow his father with the family business, being the eldest son and all. But he never really wanted to. After getting in a fight with his father over it, he left for a walk at night. That's when everything went downhill. He was attacked by a vampire and changed in order to be used in an army. Frozen at age 19, he was unable to go back to his family or his normal life afterward. Luckily, he was able escape the vampire that changed him and move to a different city. He started a new life, living alone and feeding off of humans. He got used to what he is after a while. Five years later, in 1665, he met a women in a pub, who would always serve him his drinks. He couldn't help himself but fall in love with her slowly, and she with him. The best part was, he told her the truth and she excepted him for what he was. Of course he had offered to change her so they could live together forever, but she rejected the idea, and he respected that. That was until the plague started that year and took his true love from him. Ever since then, he never allowed himself to love again. He left Europe and went to America for a new start again. Now he's part of a clan where he could be with others like him.

Ian is the type of guy that keeps to himself. After living for so long, you learn not to trust anyone. But there isn't much that he has to hide, besides his past. Except he doesn't even allow himself to remember that. So he's known to be distant and not too friendly. Living as a vampire now years later, all that matters is blood, sex, and fun. He loves to take risk and cause trouble, but he's loyal to his clan leader of course, shockingly. He doesn't allow himself to love anymore, and because of that he's tended to be called cold hearted. He'll usually be hiding in the dark if you need him, unless he needs something himself.

────── lɪᴋᴇs ×××
➺ Human blood ➺ Sex ➺ Clubs
───── dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ×××
➺ Talkative people ➺ The sun ➺ Shadowhunters
──── sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ×××
➺ Risk taking ➺ Staying out of trouble ➺ Riding his motorcycle
─── wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs ×××
➺ Thinking about his past ➺ The name Rebecca ➺ Blood
── Fᴇᴀʀ ×××
➺ Getting attached ➺ Oblivion ➺ A repeat of the past
─ Aʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs ×××
➺ Encanto - The encanto, also known as "the fascination", is the unique ability of vampires to almost hypnotically convince other humans, both mundanes and Shadowhunters, of almost anything and to persuade them into doing almost thing they're told.

〖Cᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs〗➺
━ fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ×× ~James Blackwell
━ mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ×× ~ Jessica Jonson
━ sɪsᴛᴇʀ ×× ~ Lily Blackwell
━ Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ×× ~ Thomas Blackwell
━ Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ×× ~ Jacob Blackwell
━ Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ×× ~ Erik Blackwell

Full Name:
Abigail M. Langlois
Nicknames/Aliases:
Abby
Gender:
Female
Age:
24

Date of Birth:
The eleventh of November, 1993
Place of Birth:
United States
Species:
Vampire

Abilities:
Like all Vampires Abigail posses incredible strength, speed and grace. Though she is still getting used to all of her abilities. She can heal herself rather quickly from most injuries, though more serious ones may need outside help. Abigail also possesses enhanced vampiric senses such as eyesight, hearing and smell. Although she no longer needs her glasses she does keep them on her when she tries to blend in. She does know of the transformation abilities of a vampire but has yet to successfully attempt one. She also stole a sword and whip from her clan's weapons store before she escaped and the place burned down, however she was not trained with them and can't do much more than hold them and poorly use them.
Institute: None

Appearance:
Although she was turned, Abigail's appearance does not immediately give away she is a vampire. Not to an untrained eye, at the least. Abigail stands at five feet with an added five inches at the top, just barely over average height. The pale skin of a vampire was slightly cancelled out by how tan the girl's skin was. She is more pale now, but not the sickly kind as a normal vampire. Her skin is soft and smooth, and is scattered with miles decorated across her body. She doesn't have any freckle on her face, only a few on her shoulders. Her face is somewhat an oval shape. She has a strong nose and the perfect sized lips for her face. Of course, underneath those lips she has white teeth with sharper canines, which can extend into long fangs. Her eyebrows are the same color as her hair and there is a scar across the left one. Her eyes are the first clue to her being a vampire. Before she had dark chocolatey eyes that were full of life. Now they are still brow, but have mix of red in them that can be seen closer to the pupil. Her hair is a sea of dirty blonde and it stretched just below her shoulders. There are blonde highlights from the sunlight, though they are a bit faded now as she can no longer step into the light. She has a lean build, and strong shoulders. Her arms show a bit of muscle on them, but she is much stronger than she appears. Because of her death she is more skinny than she was when she was alive. Though she is not of a sickly weight this still is another clue to those who may suspect her. She has longer legs that also show muscle, and has relatively small feet.

Personality:
Abigail is a kind-hearted girl. She is usually optimistic and tries to stay on the positive side of things. With her situation though it can be difficult at times. Abigail is also a realist, and can be very serious. She is very intelligent, and has incredible wit, and likes to observe things. She is very perceptive about many things, and can often tell how a person is feeling, even if they try to hide it. She is a fast-learner, and catches on to things quickly. Abigail does not get angry very often, however if she is agitated she will often try to retaliate if needed. However because she isn't very good at lashing out with words of anger, she might lash out physically, if pushed to such a point. Though this is very rare, especially since she does not become angered often. Overall the girl is kind and warm, with some flare to her; and is quite intellectual.

History:
Abigail's life was not necessarily a happy one. At first it was. Abigail was the second daughter of Helen and Stephen Langlois. She had an older sister named Stephanie who was four years older than her. She and Abigail were inseparable in their childhood years. Abigail's birth was unique in the fact that she was born three months early. Her parents heavily worried about her development, and did their best to aid her in her attempt to survive. Luckily she pulled through and eventually things began to go normally. She needed some therapies in her early years, but soon she was like an everyday toddler. As she continued to grow she became more curious and wanted to learn as much as she could. In her early life through to her later teen years, life was pretty normal for her. She went to a nice high school, got good grades, made some friends, etc. It was in her college years where things took a turn for the worse. Throughout her Freshmen year she was secretly stalked by a vampire lover who would eventually go to kidnap the poor girl and force her into their Clan. Her turning was a traumatic one, and she never has felt the same. She was forced to drink the blood of her sire before her 'Clan mates' killed her by stabbing her to death. Although quick it wasn't a painless death. As the procedure goes they buried her body, and she did what she had to in order to survive. Abigail successfully dug out of her own grave and was sent into the horrible bloodlust as a new blood. Her first drink and kill was a young boy. During her drink she realized what she was doing and tried to stop herself. Though the urge was too strong. Not knowing what else to do she tried to rip her teeth out of his throat, but that only made things worse. She cried over his body for an hour before the Clan took her away. The boy's death drew too much unwanted attention to the Clan so they moved away across the border. They lived there comfortably for a while before their enclave was attacked. Another traumatic night for the girl. Things were going normal before a lone shadow hunter infiltrated their enclave. Before he started his slaughtering he set the place ablaze for more terror and death. The only reason why Abigail escaped was because she didn't fight back and simply ran. Though she was almost caught when her sire was killed. She felt all his pain and it took her a small time to recover from it. She then ran and never looked back. She's been hiding out ever since, trying to live a normal to the limit she can. Now she mainly feeds on animals and goes hunting in the night.

Likes:
The ocean, sunlight/daytime, the sound of rain, home, honesty, the thought of a cure.
Dislikes:
Being a vampire, ignorance, dishonesty, being away from home.

Strengths:
She is determined, a quick thinker, often thinks before she acts,
Weaknesses:
Can be absent minded, can quickly over think things, may not act well under pressure.
Fears:
Being caught and killed for doing nothing wrong.
Family:
Mother - Alive
Father - Alive
Sister - Alive
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Alliances:
None
Residence:
She now lives on the outskirts of Mexico City in an Abandoned Shack.

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  Former shadowhunter turned Daylighter ▮ London Clan Leader
  Romantic Pull: Bisexual, drawn more to men ▮ Involvement: Single
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      FC: Sara Fabel ▮ 5'5" ▮ 125 lbs ▮ Hair: Platinum
     Eyes: Pale Blue ▮ Petite ▮ Markings (view spoiler)[ Lots of tattoos and scars. Bit of an obsession with tattoos, probably having to do with the fact she can no longer use runes but misses them.
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Personality

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¤ natural leader, ensuring order and obedience within her clan through strictness there’s no room for leniency when dealing with sharks. One drop of blood in the water, and they’ll frenzy. Navi snuffs out anyone who disobeys her orders or tries to go against her. Letting them have too much of a leash would allow for too many variables out of her control. Vampires are mean little things, and as such, they need someone meaner and ruthless to keep them in check.

¤ likes order but dislikes rules like what?. She prefers balance over chaos any day, but Navina personally hates rules and boundaries that confine her. Perhaps this is why she leads, because she hates to follow orders and abide by any rules she didn’t make herself.

¤ fierce, deadly, and a force to not reckon with…because she will crush you. Seriously, don’t even try. She is not a fan of giving second chances when it comes to those who cross her. Those people, they need to be put in place and kept there…or removed all together. So, please, if you care for your life, don’t test her.

¤ she actually does care…despite her very ‘don’t fuck with me’ reputation. Everything she does is done because of passion and because she cares. Took down a whole uprising of shitty vampires because she cared for all those the vampires were hurting, took charge of the ‘good’ vampires left alive because she wanted to help them and help repair London’s standing with the group she was now a part of, and she is so strict and ironfisted because without both of those traits, others would start trouble and cause problems. People only respond to force and action, and she knows this. They don’t respond to hugs and candy.

¤ down for a night of fun, even if it gets a bit dark. Being…dead makes living so much harder. The small things that had made her feel alive rarely did anything nowadays. So whenever the girl needs to feel something, she’ll go big and hard...

¤ romantic at heart, and she’s not embarrassed to admit that. The only thing that has been able to make her feel actually alive has been the burning of a new flame, or an old one that sparks back up. But sadly, all flames go out, and she’s left once more with that little void that came about when she crawled from the grave. She tries to fill it by focusing on her clan, though.
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Historical

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Navina was born into a shadowhunter family, an only child and the light of her parents’ lives. Her childhood was like that of most shadowhunters regardless of timeframe; she started training at a ripe, young age, determination and fierceness boiling in her veins as hot as all of the Grayfox family. The girl was a quick study, though often getting into trouble for trying to take on things ‘out of her league’. There was a strict order to things for a reason: to keep everyone safe.

During her years, London was seeing an aggressive increase and uprising of vampires. It became a focus of the institute to get them under control; one night, when the young woman was just twenty-four, she was doing just that. She’d started making quick work of one chain of the vast clan leeching at London, cleaning out a dozen or so vampires, all who deserved it more than words could explain. On her way back to the institute, however, she heard the cries of a little girl and ran after her to assist. Little did Navina know that the kid was a vampire assisting her fellow bloodsuckers in an ambush. Navi was taken down, and that should have been that. She should have died there…but death was too easy for the shadowhunter that’d killed so many of their kind—not just in one night, but over the years they’d been trying to take over London.

Several hours later, Navi woke up in a dark, tiny space, and realization settled in just before panic. With a tightened jaw and anger raging through her entire being, Navi broke the top of her crappy, wood box of a coffin, dug her way from the dirt, and surfaced, one thing on her mind. Revenge. She hadn’t planned on feeding, but along the way, some brute of a guy came out of the shadows and started trying to fuck with her, mistaking her dirtiness for poor and homelessness, which wasn’t uncommon. He offered her a ‘warm bed and food’, for a small price, of course. When she refused and shoved passed him, he didn’t take that kindly. He went to force, and Navina wasn’t down to put up with that shit. Without thinking or noticing, her new instincts kicked in, and she buried her fangs into the guy’s neck. Drained him clean.

Now pumped up on blood, fueled and ready to go, Navina made a beeline for the remaining bits of the clan she’d been working on for months. She weeded them out, cleaned their entire den, and when all their bodies were ripped apart, scattered across the floor, dawn upon her, she did what she thought she needed to do. Navi walked outside, leaned against a tree, west facing, and waited for the sun to rise. But when the first rays hit her face, life yelled at her ‘psyccchh!’, because she didn’t burst into flames. Damn it all. Because her fuckin’ luck. Navi was a strong believer in signs, and this was about the biggest one there ever was. This wasn’t her time to die, not even the sun being able to set her new vampire body into flames. Maybe she still had to do one more thing: finish what she’d started. She needed to clean up London in full.

Though her shadowhunter life was now behind her, her fellow hunters completely on edge when they found out the bad news, they worked with her when she told them she still planned to do what she had been ordered to do before being turned. Over the course of a month and a half, London had more downworlder blood spilled in it than it had in centuries, much of which was caused at Navi’s own hands. Eventually she worked her way to the Clan’s sadistic as hell ruler and dethroned after a heated, mini battle between her, his closes vampires, and the shadowhunters who’d assisted her to that point. Her side won. This was when Navi believed her destiny had been filled, that she could now move on…but her mind was soon changed whenever she noticed the remaining ‘good’ vampires wondered around helplessly. They’d been left with nothing but hatred from the other downworlders and shadowhunters. They needed help. They needed a leader. They needed her.

So, Navina took the dead king’s throne, becoming the clan of London’s leader, altering her last name from Grayfox to Grayson, allowing her to keep part of her shadowhunter identity while adopting her new one. She worked her butt off to reaffirm ties between the vampires and the others of London. It took years upon years, but eventually she’d rebuilt the clan, using strictness and tough love to do so. She has been their leader for just shy of a century and a half, and she plans to be as such for a while to come.
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Those of Blood...

¤ John Grayfox || Father || Deceased
¤ Beatrix Grayfox || Mother || Deceased

...and those of Bond.

¤ Marc Wayland || Ally / Friend || Alive || London Institute Head
¤ Gregory Aldertree || Ally / Friend || Alive
¤ First Last || Mutual Hatred || Alive || London Unseelie King

[ Other ]

¤ Likes: respect, order, most music, power, feeling alive despite her being ‘dead’, the smells of a good bakery

¤ Dislikes: disobedience, rules that limit her, those who attempt to treat her poorly because of what she is don’t do this, having members of her clan picked off by anyone, the Unseelie King of London

¤ Strengths: typical vampire strengths with the tag on of being able to walk in the daylight, trained as a shadowhunter, and as such has amazing combat skills that she has kept hard at training over her one hundred and fifty years of being a vampire, able to make hard decisions like they were nothin’, natural leadership material, very confident in who and what she is

¤ Weaknesses: all typical vampire weakness besides the sun, her clan members and the shadowhunters she considers ‘friends’, following certain rules, letting things go vengeful as fuck

¤ Fears: her vampires uprising against her and destroying her city, that one day the sun will randomly set her skin ablaze, having a bloodlust come over her she can’t control—or losing control over herself in general

  One by one gather believers, building an empire, take prisoners conquering leaders.
                        Whatever I desire.

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Ready : All Good Things
Get Up : All Good Things
Wild Things : Jaxson Gamble

❝ WU · TAE-MIN ❞ : : 297 / 22 & july v & boston, ma ⇴ masc & pan ⇴ vampire of nyc

( appearance ; Just because Tae-min is undead doesn't mean he has to look it (except for the part about being super pale). He dresses himself in the finest suits, keeps his dark hair looking perfectly mussed, and has been known to charm a variety of people with a flash of his white teeth and a wink of his dark eyes. The only 'flaw' is that he stands at 5'8" (~176 cm).

( personality ; Tae-min has been around for a little more than 297 years and he's already over everybody's shit. He tried being the nice guy for like a century, he tried making friends and collecting lover's ─ but it just got old. People all seem the same and even though the world keeps advancing, the population doesn't seem to be getting anymore exciting. Really, Tae-min is just bored. He wants something to do, interesting people to meet. Instead, he's met with the same old same old. It doesn't help matters that people always seem so eager to start shit ─ and Tae-min just doesn't care to have time for drama.

While Tae-min presents himself as the apathetic asshole, he misses the way he used to feel about life. There was a time when he wanted to be apart of the action, a time where he thrived being in the middle of it all. But then something happened ─ someone happened and he just hasn't really been the same since. He misses it though, the excitement and the eagerness he used to feel. Apart of him is still holding out for it, a sliver of hope shining brightly against his mostly monochrome views. He wonders if that tiny piece is enough to sustain him for another century.

( adores ; armani suits & ferrari's( fortes ; observant & clever
( abhors ; blood stains & smalltalk( faults ; cold & detached
( fears ; write out what the character fears most here
( abilities ; Tae-min possess heightened strength, speed, grace, and healing properties. He is also able to see in the dark, holds the unique power of encanto, and can shapeshift into a bat.

( history ; Most Koreans didn't make it to the Americas until sometime in the 1800's ─ which is why Tae-min's parents were something of a fluke. Like people of color, the Wu's were disrespected and belittled, used as little more than slaves for the wealthy European family that brought them to Boston in the late 1600's. They were young, barely married when they arrived on the banks of Massachusetts ─ and it wasn't for another 25 years that Tae-min was born. He regrets that he barely remembers them, but he know that they loved him ─ and sometimes that all one needs to know.

Tae-min's life after that was pretty much how you'd expect. He was treated similarly to his parents, forced to work under a rather demeaning blacksmith and offered little in the ways of freedom. But he did get to witness the Revolutionary War, did get to see the birth of a nation. Tae-min did eventually earn his freedom from the blacksmith; when the old man died, it was Tae-min who inherited the shop since he had been the only 'apprentice'. He would've lived a simple life ─ and then a girl with a pretty smile stole his heart away.

There's one name he'll never be able to forget, one face he'll never be able to stop seeing no matter how hard he tries to forget. Rosalind. She'd been a wealthy man's daughter, perhaps the most beautiful woman in all of Boston. And Tae-min had hopelessly fallen for her luscious smile and the dark chocolate waves that matched her eyes. It didn't matter that they would never be allowed to be together ─ she would see him on the streets and she would say a few kind words. It was all Tae-min needed to love her. And then she died. He mourned for her, the girl he'd only known in passing but had felt so deeply for. Eventually, the pain he felt for her turned to an ache. Until she came back to him.

Shock, repulsion, hope. Tae-min had no idea how to feel when he saw her late one night upon a deserted side street, blood dripping down her chin and onto the white gown she'd been buried in. She came for him, deadly as sin and all the more beautiful. When she bit his neck, he didn't fight ─ just let out a gasp of surprise just when the stars went out.

When he woke up again, he was forever changed. Rosalind had made him into whatever it was she was ─ a creature of darkness. He lost the shop, lost whatever little items he possessed. But he had the love of his life and he had immortality. Rosalind taught him everything he needed to know and Tae-min had thought that she loved him. It wasn't until she left him for someone new a couple decades later that Tae-min realized she only loved herself. It would've been fine if she just left him alone, but she didn't. She made him fight, she manipulated him, she treated him like filth. The hope he felt at the beginning of his new life turned to ash ─ and so he did what he had to do, added more blood to his hands.

He left for New York three days later and that's where he's been ever since.

( family ; they're dead and therefore, irrelevant
( alliances ; Manhattan clan, himself what'd you expect
( residence ; Currently living in New York City